[RP] Of Fairies and Pirate Hats (1/2)
Title: Of Fairies and Pirate Hats (1/2)
Author/Artist: luciole_solange , twilightrose2
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FrUK, random faires
Rating: PG
Warnings: silliness
Summary: Alright... well. This is... a bunch of silliness! It was our first rp together~ (twilight and I~) and we've come along way since! But enjoy the Fruky goodness ^^
[ chapter 2]
Knocking on the Englishman's door, Francis did not wait to be answered and let himself in, looking around the rather bland room. He quirked an eyebrow and continued into the house and called out, "Arthur? Mon cher~ Where have you hidden yourself this time?"
If Arthur had not been occupied with trying to boil water for his tea while arguing loudly with a fairy, he probably would've heard the Frenchman calling out for him. "Get off it!" He said, trying to swat the little pixie away, ignoring her protests.
"Arthur?" Francis poked his head into the kitchen and arched an eyebrow, Arthur and a small purple fairy were apparently having a fight and a sly grin crept onto his face, "Are you speaking to thin air again mon amant?"
Wheeling around, Arthur swore loudly, clutching his chest. "Fuck! France? What did I say about sneaking up on me?" He breathed, scowling, "And no, like I've said a hundred times before I'm talking to my fairies." He turned back to the counter, staring at the steam slowly rising out of the kettle.
The blonde walked up behind the flustered man and gave a wink to the little fairy. He spoke quietly as he leaned closer to Arthur's ear, "Such language Arthur- Unfitting for such a gentleman, non?"
Elbowing the Frenchman, Arthur continued to glower at the pot. "Gentleman my ass." Now he was stuck with a fairy who refused to leave him alone (what was she gambling on about anyway?)and a frog. Here he had been planning to spend the day reading and now he would have to spend it trying to get Francis out of his house. "I'll say whatever I want."
Francis grunted slightly but continued to smile and chuckled a bit, playing mind games on Arthur was somewhat of a passion of his. "Are you reverting to your delinquency days mon cher?" He sidestepped to avoid being elbowed again and smirked at the irritated Englishman and continued, "Your pirate outfit is most- interesting, oui? I do not think I would mind-"
"Stop. Don't even say it." Arthur said, facing the Frenchman, leaning against the counter and folding his arms. "What are you doing here anyway?" He asked, eyes flicking to his shoulder as the fairy took a seat on his sweater vest, tugging at his ear, trying to get him to listen. He ignored it.
"I was in the ze neighborhood and I thought I would come and visit, " In reality Francis actually took a plane, then a cab ride to get here, but he wasn't going to admit that he just wanted to spend some time with his favorite Englishman, "Isn't zat nice of me Arthur?"
Arthur scoffed. "You hate this city. I hardly imagine you were 'in ze neighborhood'," he said, doing a poor imitation of the French accent. The kettle whistled and pulled it off the stove, pouring it into a small cup, dropping a teabag in after it.
Francis pouted slightly and crossed his arms, "You silly Englishman. I do not -hate- your city... I just prefer to stay dry and London seems to have a constant drizzle to it... non?" The fun was starting to drain out of his plan, accursed tea taking Arthur's attention.
"And maybe I moved here so you'd stay away." Arthur muttered into his teacup, taking a long drink. In his ear, the fairy said something about Francis and he quirked his head, the mention of the Frenchman's name piquing his curiosity. "What do you mean you know him?" He whispered as if France wasn't standing in front of him. "That's idiotic."
Gulping slightly Francis chuckled nervously, "Talking to yourself mon cher? I fear for your sanity..." Merde- He had trusted the little one to keep his secret but apparently she was more inclined to ruin him than help him. Tricky little things fairies are.
Staring at Francis and the nervous smile he wore only when he was very anxious, Arthur slowly worked through what the fairy was telling him, a smile spreading across his face. "Oh." He said, grinning wolfishly, "Talking to myself, am I? I don't think so France."
"What are you talking about Arthur?" Francis smiled wider and shook his head, "Tu es foul oui?" Arthur's grin was unnerving, but the Frenchman was more stubborn than that and refused to admit that he could, indeed, see fairies. He actually had been able to see them before England came around, where did Arthur think he came up with those fairy tales he told the youngster as a child?
"What am I talking about?" Arthur asked, taking a step towards the Frenchman, the hand holding his teacup shaking slightly. His eyebrow began to twitch, wondering how he had never figured it out before. "I think you could answer the same question." He poked France in the chest, "You knew."
"Mon Dieu, I don't even know what you are accusing me of Arthur... Please regain your sanity!" Francis started to back up, but bumped into a counter. He tried to maintain his composure, but his self-preservation instincts were telling him to get away from this Englishman.
Arthur was sure the smile on his face was slightly mad, but he didn't care. After all these years of constant mockery and snide comments, he was finally going to be able to exact his revenge. "You can see her." He stated, gesturing at the pixie sitting on his shoulder, who was humming happily, watching the two countries, "Can't you?"
"Who? There is someone on your shoulder mon cher? Truly, you have a mental condition..." Francis was sidestepping away from the grinning man in attempt to escape the beating he was surely going to receive. That smug little fairy was going to get it after this- She had promised not to tell if he gave her some of his wine!
"You can see her." Arthur repeated, following France, not letting him out of his sight for even a second. "She knows things about you that you haven't told anyone save me. They're not very good secret keepers, are they?" He cackled slightly at the end of his sentence.
Cursing quietly in french, Francis avoided looking at the fairy who was quietly giggling at the scene. "I-I 'ave no idea what you are speaking about Arthur..." He made his way around the green-eyed man so his back faced the door out, his escape.
Glancing between the open door and Francis, Arthur wondered if he was going to be able to catch Francis if he ended up fleeing. But he really didn't feel like running. He felt like exacting revenge. He looked down at his cup of steaming tea, then back at France.
Barely catching the quick glance, Francis eyes widened. He wouldn't, would he? "Mon Dieu, Arthur... S'il vous plait- don't! I admit! I can see them! P-please! This is my best shirt!" He waved his hands in front of him and gave Arthur an apologetic smile in attempts to stop him.
Arthur ran a finger along the rim of his cup. "Say it again." He said quietly, dipping his finger into the tea and holding it threateningly, "Admit that you're a lying French bastard."
More afraid for the safety of his expensive clothing than his own pride Francis allowed his shoulders to shrug and the smile fade from his face. "D'accord! I-I lied, oui? Now please... set down the tea before anything gets stained..."
"Ah, ah ah!" Arthur sang, brandishing his finger, loving the power he held over Francis for a rare moment in his life "You didn't finish~ Say it. 'I am a lying French bastard'." He pronounced each word with a deliberate slowness, trying to squeeze as much pleasure out of the situation as possible.
Francis's eyes narrowed and he glared at the offending finger. "I'm a lying French bastard..." He grumbled as he pursed his lips together. Damn himself for wearing his favorite shirt today.
Grinning, Arthur put his finger in his mouth, licking the tea off. "Brilliant," He said, fixing Francis with the sweetest of smiles, "Now, who will we tell first... Alfred? Or maybe Germany..."
"Non! Arthur please-" Francis begged with him with wide eyes, it was bad enough he had to give into the proud Englishman, if Alfred discovered it he would never hear the end of it! "S'il vous plait mon cher... Just keep it between us? I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" He asked, his world suddenly a lot brighter. "Are you sure?"
Swallowing thickly Francis quickly regretted his words. "Well- I mean- Keep it reasonable... oui?" He crossed his arms in front of him in attempt to keep some of his dignity.
"Oh c'mon Francis~" Arthur said, taking another step towards France. "When was the last time you did something reasonable?"
Francis glared at the Englishman, not quite sure what he had in mind but sure that it was something either painful or embarrassing. "Fine mon cher- What is it?"
Giggling slightly-school girlishly, England walked until he was only a few inches away from France. "I do remember you meaning something about pirates."
Refusing to flinch, Francis stayed his ground and quirked an eyebrow at the man merely inches from him. "Pirates?" The blonde was even more confused than before.
"You were so eager to see me in my old ensemble." Arthur said, lowering his voice, "What about you? You had some times on the high seas, didn't you~?"
"Oui... I did..." Francis smirked slightly, hoping this was going where he thought it was. Their pirate days were very- fun, to put it lightly. "What of it mon cher?"
Grinning, Arthur gently touched Francis hair, tugging at a golden curl. "You still got your old hat kicking around?"
"Oui, zat is back at my place though so it will do us little good here." Francis chuckled at Arthur's touch and grinned wider.
"That's too bad." Arthur said, setting his cup down on the counter, "But might have an extra lying around upstairs..." He started to walk towards the stairs.
Francis found himself a little flabbergasted at Arthur but followed him eagerly, increasingly interested on where exactly this was going. He kept quiet as he walked behind the Englishman.
Arthur led Francis into the bedroom, and strode over to his closet, opening the door. "It's in there somewhere~" He said, gesturing vaguely into closet's interior, "I'll just be over here, getting ready." He sat down his bed, watching Francis.
Grumbling slightly Francis entered in the dusty, cluttered closet and looked around for a light. "Mon cher, where is ze light in here?" It was unusually dark and he couldn't see much.
Laughing, Arthur got to his feet and closed t door, quickly locking it. "I'm not sure Francis, but I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to find it while I go and call the entire world. And you're not getting out of there until you admit to seeing fairies~"
"Merde! Arthur!" Francis quickly turned around and pounded on the door, sighing frustratedly. "I already admitted!" He pounded on the door once more and called out to the fairy who had caused this entire affair, "Lauretta! Out of the decency of your heart! Help me!"
Arthur looked around for the fairy, finding her sitting on his dresser, her arms folded, fixing Arthur with a cold stare. "Oh c'mon," he said, "He deserved it! He's been lying the entire time." But Lauretta just shook her head, flying up to Arthur face and poking his nose.
The Frenchman begged pathetically once more, "Arthur... Mon cher- Please!" He had kept this secret hidden for so long, he didn't fear being called insane as much as a liar. He had mocked Arthur for this for so long...
Arthur stalked over to the door, reluctantly flipping the lock and opening the door. But as he did so, Lauretta -and a few more of her friends would appeared from behind Arthur's headboard- pushed him into the closet.
Author/Artist: luciole_solange , twilightrose2
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FrUK, random faires
Rating: PG
Warnings: silliness
Summary: Alright... well. This is... a bunch of silliness! It was our first rp together~ (twilight and I~) and we've come along way since! But enjoy the Fruky goodness ^^
[ chapter 2]
Knocking on the Englishman's door, Francis did not wait to be answered and let himself in, looking around the rather bland room. He quirked an eyebrow and continued into the house and called out, "Arthur? Mon cher~ Where have you hidden yourself this time?"
If Arthur had not been occupied with trying to boil water for his tea while arguing loudly with a fairy, he probably would've heard the Frenchman calling out for him. "Get off it!" He said, trying to swat the little pixie away, ignoring her protests.
"Arthur?" Francis poked his head into the kitchen and arched an eyebrow, Arthur and a small purple fairy were apparently having a fight and a sly grin crept onto his face, "Are you speaking to thin air again mon amant?"
Wheeling around, Arthur swore loudly, clutching his chest. "Fuck! France? What did I say about sneaking up on me?" He breathed, scowling, "And no, like I've said a hundred times before I'm talking to my fairies." He turned back to the counter, staring at the steam slowly rising out of the kettle.
The blonde walked up behind the flustered man and gave a wink to the little fairy. He spoke quietly as he leaned closer to Arthur's ear, "Such language Arthur- Unfitting for such a gentleman, non?"
Elbowing the Frenchman, Arthur continued to glower at the pot. "Gentleman my ass." Now he was stuck with a fairy who refused to leave him alone (what was she gambling on about anyway?)and a frog. Here he had been planning to spend the day reading and now he would have to spend it trying to get Francis out of his house. "I'll say whatever I want."
Francis grunted slightly but continued to smile and chuckled a bit, playing mind games on Arthur was somewhat of a passion of his. "Are you reverting to your delinquency days mon cher?" He sidestepped to avoid being elbowed again and smirked at the irritated Englishman and continued, "Your pirate outfit is most- interesting, oui? I do not think I would mind-"
"Stop. Don't even say it." Arthur said, facing the Frenchman, leaning against the counter and folding his arms. "What are you doing here anyway?" He asked, eyes flicking to his shoulder as the fairy took a seat on his sweater vest, tugging at his ear, trying to get him to listen. He ignored it.
"I was in the ze neighborhood and I thought I would come and visit, " In reality Francis actually took a plane, then a cab ride to get here, but he wasn't going to admit that he just wanted to spend some time with his favorite Englishman, "Isn't zat nice of me Arthur?"
Arthur scoffed. "You hate this city. I hardly imagine you were 'in ze neighborhood'," he said, doing a poor imitation of the French accent. The kettle whistled and pulled it off the stove, pouring it into a small cup, dropping a teabag in after it.
Francis pouted slightly and crossed his arms, "You silly Englishman. I do not -hate- your city... I just prefer to stay dry and London seems to have a constant drizzle to it... non?" The fun was starting to drain out of his plan, accursed tea taking Arthur's attention.
"And maybe I moved here so you'd stay away." Arthur muttered into his teacup, taking a long drink. In his ear, the fairy said something about Francis and he quirked his head, the mention of the Frenchman's name piquing his curiosity. "What do you mean you know him?" He whispered as if France wasn't standing in front of him. "That's idiotic."
Gulping slightly Francis chuckled nervously, "Talking to yourself mon cher? I fear for your sanity..." Merde- He had trusted the little one to keep his secret but apparently she was more inclined to ruin him than help him. Tricky little things fairies are.
Staring at Francis and the nervous smile he wore only when he was very anxious, Arthur slowly worked through what the fairy was telling him, a smile spreading across his face. "Oh." He said, grinning wolfishly, "Talking to myself, am I? I don't think so France."
"What are you talking about Arthur?" Francis smiled wider and shook his head, "Tu es foul oui?" Arthur's grin was unnerving, but the Frenchman was more stubborn than that and refused to admit that he could, indeed, see fairies. He actually had been able to see them before England came around, where did Arthur think he came up with those fairy tales he told the youngster as a child?
"What am I talking about?" Arthur asked, taking a step towards the Frenchman, the hand holding his teacup shaking slightly. His eyebrow began to twitch, wondering how he had never figured it out before. "I think you could answer the same question." He poked France in the chest, "You knew."
"Mon Dieu, I don't even know what you are accusing me of Arthur... Please regain your sanity!" Francis started to back up, but bumped into a counter. He tried to maintain his composure, but his self-preservation instincts were telling him to get away from this Englishman.
Arthur was sure the smile on his face was slightly mad, but he didn't care. After all these years of constant mockery and snide comments, he was finally going to be able to exact his revenge. "You can see her." He stated, gesturing at the pixie sitting on his shoulder, who was humming happily, watching the two countries, "Can't you?"
"Who? There is someone on your shoulder mon cher? Truly, you have a mental condition..." Francis was sidestepping away from the grinning man in attempt to escape the beating he was surely going to receive. That smug little fairy was going to get it after this- She had promised not to tell if he gave her some of his wine!
"You can see her." Arthur repeated, following France, not letting him out of his sight for even a second. "She knows things about you that you haven't told anyone save me. They're not very good secret keepers, are they?" He cackled slightly at the end of his sentence.
Cursing quietly in french, Francis avoided looking at the fairy who was quietly giggling at the scene. "I-I 'ave no idea what you are speaking about Arthur..." He made his way around the green-eyed man so his back faced the door out, his escape.
Glancing between the open door and Francis, Arthur wondered if he was going to be able to catch Francis if he ended up fleeing. But he really didn't feel like running. He felt like exacting revenge. He looked down at his cup of steaming tea, then back at France.
Barely catching the quick glance, Francis eyes widened. He wouldn't, would he? "Mon Dieu, Arthur... S'il vous plait- don't! I admit! I can see them! P-please! This is my best shirt!" He waved his hands in front of him and gave Arthur an apologetic smile in attempts to stop him.
Arthur ran a finger along the rim of his cup. "Say it again." He said quietly, dipping his finger into the tea and holding it threateningly, "Admit that you're a lying French bastard."
More afraid for the safety of his expensive clothing than his own pride Francis allowed his shoulders to shrug and the smile fade from his face. "D'accord! I-I lied, oui? Now please... set down the tea before anything gets stained..."
"Ah, ah ah!" Arthur sang, brandishing his finger, loving the power he held over Francis for a rare moment in his life "You didn't finish~ Say it. 'I am a lying French bastard'." He pronounced each word with a deliberate slowness, trying to squeeze as much pleasure out of the situation as possible.
Francis's eyes narrowed and he glared at the offending finger. "I'm a lying French bastard..." He grumbled as he pursed his lips together. Damn himself for wearing his favorite shirt today.
Grinning, Arthur put his finger in his mouth, licking the tea off. "Brilliant," He said, fixing Francis with the sweetest of smiles, "Now, who will we tell first... Alfred? Or maybe Germany..."
"Non! Arthur please-" Francis begged with him with wide eyes, it was bad enough he had to give into the proud Englishman, if Alfred discovered it he would never hear the end of it! "S'il vous plait mon cher... Just keep it between us? I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" He asked, his world suddenly a lot brighter. "Are you sure?"
Swallowing thickly Francis quickly regretted his words. "Well- I mean- Keep it reasonable... oui?" He crossed his arms in front of him in attempt to keep some of his dignity.
"Oh c'mon Francis~" Arthur said, taking another step towards France. "When was the last time you did something reasonable?"
Francis glared at the Englishman, not quite sure what he had in mind but sure that it was something either painful or embarrassing. "Fine mon cher- What is it?"
Giggling slightly-school girlishly, England walked until he was only a few inches away from France. "I do remember you meaning something about pirates."
Refusing to flinch, Francis stayed his ground and quirked an eyebrow at the man merely inches from him. "Pirates?" The blonde was even more confused than before.
"You were so eager to see me in my old ensemble." Arthur said, lowering his voice, "What about you? You had some times on the high seas, didn't you~?"
"Oui... I did..." Francis smirked slightly, hoping this was going where he thought it was. Their pirate days were very- fun, to put it lightly. "What of it mon cher?"
Grinning, Arthur gently touched Francis hair, tugging at a golden curl. "You still got your old hat kicking around?"
"Oui, zat is back at my place though so it will do us little good here." Francis chuckled at Arthur's touch and grinned wider.
"That's too bad." Arthur said, setting his cup down on the counter, "But might have an extra lying around upstairs..." He started to walk towards the stairs.
Francis found himself a little flabbergasted at Arthur but followed him eagerly, increasingly interested on where exactly this was going. He kept quiet as he walked behind the Englishman.
Arthur led Francis into the bedroom, and strode over to his closet, opening the door. "It's in there somewhere~" He said, gesturing vaguely into closet's interior, "I'll just be over here, getting ready." He sat down his bed, watching Francis.
Grumbling slightly Francis entered in the dusty, cluttered closet and looked around for a light. "Mon cher, where is ze light in here?" It was unusually dark and he couldn't see much.
Laughing, Arthur got to his feet and closed t door, quickly locking it. "I'm not sure Francis, but I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to find it while I go and call the entire world. And you're not getting out of there until you admit to seeing fairies~"
"Merde! Arthur!" Francis quickly turned around and pounded on the door, sighing frustratedly. "I already admitted!" He pounded on the door once more and called out to the fairy who had caused this entire affair, "Lauretta! Out of the decency of your heart! Help me!"
Arthur looked around for the fairy, finding her sitting on his dresser, her arms folded, fixing Arthur with a cold stare. "Oh c'mon," he said, "He deserved it! He's been lying the entire time." But Lauretta just shook her head, flying up to Arthur face and poking his nose.
The Frenchman begged pathetically once more, "Arthur... Mon cher- Please!" He had kept this secret hidden for so long, he didn't fear being called insane as much as a liar. He had mocked Arthur for this for so long...
Arthur stalked over to the door, reluctantly flipping the lock and opening the door. But as he did so, Lauretta -and a few more of her friends would appeared from behind Arthur's headboard- pushed him into the closet.